Slow Man

Slow Man - Sage Francis

Slow man slow man

Slow man

Gotta get up and go man

I know man it's like I'm half of a whole man

Gotta get back on the program

Get-get-get-get it

Gotta get up and go

Gotta get up and go

Gotta get up and go

Get-get it

Go get up and go

Gotta get up and go

So let's go

Slow man looking for a slow woman

Who wants to slow dance

I'm a slow man looking for a slow woman

Who don't care that I'm old looking

Or got my soul token back

Where the fallen angels land

I know Brooklyn like

The back of a stranger's hand

Can't recognize my own

I wing it though

I bring it home

Familiarity's the first thing to go

Next thing you know

There's a photo that you're staring at

And you can't quite place

The face that is staring back

Someone erased the names

And the facts

Dates on the back

Maybe they're just fading so fast

That you can't keep up with it

Can't recover it

Lost in the shuffle

Of the Grand Prix hustlers

If you can't keep up to speed

With the mother ship

And can't take the heat

Then your man needs the oven mitts

I can't be the judge of it

My hands bleed

'Cause they reached for some answers

And got trampled by the stampede

Of know-it-all homogeneous types

The look-alikes

The kids burn my music

And the parents burn the books I write

I think back to those

Lonely Brooklyn nights

I was either soul searching

Or just looking for fights

Each woman had her price

The dice didn't roll right

All my jobs were odd ones

My problems had bold type

Snow White didn't expect

That I'd leave her

The strobe light

Set off epileptic seizures

I know right from wrong

When I write these songs

My goals in life

Ain't what I set my sights on

Slow man

Slow man

Slow man

Let's go

I'm a slow man

In my slow man stance

Looking for a slow woman

Who wants to slow dance

I'm a slow man

In my slow man stance

Looking for a slow woman

Who don't mind my home cooking

I'm no good when I'm a bad bad man

I'm gonna dance so slow

That it appears to be my last stand

But I'm a bad bad man

I'm gonna dance so slow

That it appears to be a photo

And I'm a bad bad man

I'm gonna dance so slow

That it appears to be my last stand

But I'm a bad bad man

And I'm gonna dance so slow

That it looks like a photo

Truth be told it takes more

Than having a picture taken

For you to lose your soul

Truth be told it takes more

Than having a picture taken

For you to lose your soul